weaving in and out of
the music.
between the then and the now
transported back to the places i was broken
those moments where we shared one look
just one look
one single note and i am overcome
gasping for air
i am there. i can touch you.
i let it carry me away to god knows where
a feather on the breeze
at the mercy of my own memory
the way their voices squeeze my heart
triggered in all the best ways
⠀⠀⠀and some of the worst.
music that can turn feathers to stone
now to then
⠀⠀⠀here to…there.
palpitating with certainty
wrestling with rage and
⠀⠀⠀gutwrenching loss
sometimes i am back to the place we danced
hundred dollar heels on temporary pavers
you, me and the moon
⠀⠀⠀and a ring on my finger
or driving back from god knows where
48 hour awake exhaustion and the
agony of returning to secret lives
music is the first place I return when I need
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀but also torture
sometimes it is a prison of my own making
it is there, stroking my hair and sending me to sleep
sometimes it is the soundtrack
to my own violent undoing
sinking, losing myself to hell
⠀⠀⠀and all the ways he sent me there

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